Amy Lowell - The Tree of Scarlet Berries lyrics

The rain gullies the garden paths And tinkles on the broad sides of gra** blades. A tree, at the end of my arm, is hazy with mist. Even so, I can see that it has red berries, A scarlet fruit, Filmed over with moisture. It seems as though the rain, Dripping from it, Should be tinged with colour. I desire the berries, But, in the mist, I only scratch my hand on the thorns. Probably, too, they are bitter.